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No One Should Be Forced To Carry The Unfulfilled Self Of Another.

I Palliate The Sufferings Of Others. Yes I See Myself As Softening The Blows, Dissolving Acids, Neutralizing Poisons, Every Moment Of The Day. I Try To Fulfill The Wishes Of Others, To Perform Miracles. I Exert Myself Performing Miracles.

I Postpone Death By Living, By Suffering, By Error, By Risking, By Giving, By Losing.

Had I Not Created My Whole World, I Would Certainly Have Died In Other People’s.

To Change Skins, Evolve Into New Cycles, I Feel One Has To Learn To Discard